I miss Vicki
Poetess sublime
Nature is her nurse
She wrote her essence every time

I don’t know why she left
Like Aretha, made me cry
Whatever drove her off
I just want to say good-bye

Her comments-wise, encouraging
With love she shared her best
You’re sorely missed, Dear Vicki
Farewell Dear Poetess

Paint me a picture
Of your skin
Does it bronze beneath the sun?
Or sizzle and blush
Like your cheeks
When you’re in love?
Is it soft to the touch
Like when your palms graze
The smooth surface of water?
Or rough around the edges
Like your favorite book
And its lovingly worn corners?
Does it melt in the heat
Like sweet syrupy treats
Dripping through your fingers?
Or does it welcome the winter
With wide open arms
As if greeting a lover?
Paint me a picture
Of your skin

I've seen it before.
Just not quite as beautiful
As yours.

You see, the fact that you feel AND express yourself? (& so very well!) It's eloquence (THAT'S class).
Not where or to whom you were born (that's genetics). Not where you live (that's status).
It's how you interact with what God has given you (or sometimes doesn't). Its how you treat others.

If I ever get the chance (in person) to witness
Your beautiful chaos
Please know in advance...
I would see
a more complete man.
Not just broken pieces.